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Chapter 1090 Fan Wenzhenggong
It was a rainy day, not heavy, but refreshing. It takes away the heat of summer and brings the coolness of autumn.

This is also a good day to move.

The time for moving is set in advance, not improvised. It's raining a little today, but it doesn't matter. Even if it rains heavily...then we must choose a better day.

The Imperial College in the imperial city got busy early in the morning, finding many carriages and loading all the things in the Yamen. The future Imperial College Yamen will be located next to the academy outside the east city.

After a year of construction and a large amount of manpower and material resources mobilized, the preliminary construction of the previous academies has been completed. But it is only preliminary construction and has reached a level that can be used. Construction will continue in the future. After all, there are many functional buildings and many people involved in the activities, so the scale of the building is naturally large, and Wang Yan also added some spectacles to the construction. Judging from the current construction speed, it will take three to five years to be fully completed...

Wang Yan stood under the eaves to hide from the rain, watching the officials in the yamen working with the students, feeling very relaxed.

At this moment, several eunuchs walked in hurriedly.

"Ms. Wang, the officials have given instructions to go to the Prince's Mansion in Runan County to show him his body."

Wang Yan put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile: "What happened to the prince?"

The eunuch said: "The county prince couldn't eat or drink the day before yesterday. The imperial doctor also looked at it, but there was still nothing he could do. Wang Xianggong's medical skills are so good that even the great doctors of the imperial hospital are ashamed. So the officials asked me to wait. I’m here to pass on the message, please go to the prince’s mansion and have a look.”

"I know this, so let's get over it."

"Then I'll trouble my husband to go away. I'll return to the palace soon." The eunuch bowed to Wang Yan very politely, and then led the people away from the imperial office, which was about to become a thing of the past.

Wang Yan explained some more matters before setting off to the county prince's mansion again.

At this moment, I felt sad as soon as I entered the Prince's Mansion.

The servants in the mansion all walked quickly and lightly, with their heads lowered. The county prince's palace, which used to be relatively orderly, now seems to be in chaos, with people's hearts wandering. Even when Wang Yan came many times, he didn't see a few female relatives, but they were all walking around outside.

After being taken all the way to the backyard, Wang Yan saw Zhao Zongshi and Zhao Zhongzhen sitting next to him. Both father and son were silent, silently looking at the people they cared about.

"I've met the general, the prince." Wang Yan said without Zhao Zongshi asking, "The official has ordered me to come and show my body to the prince."

Zhao Zongshi nodded: "Please."

Wang Yan bowed, turned around and went into the bedroom.

Zhao Yunrang's bedroom was not very big, but there were many people in it, including a group of women and children mourning here. There were too many people gathering indoors, and there were no windows open, so the air was not very good upon entering. It's not a disgusting smell, it's just the aroma of rouge and gouache. It can make people confused, but I can't say how fragrant it is.

Zhao Yunrang lay on the couch, opened his eyes and looked straight at the roof, not paying attention to the buzzing in the room.

Wang Yan cleared his throat, and when he saw people's eyes falling on him, he waved his hands and said, "Everyone, go out."

"you……"

"Get out of here!" Zhao Yunrang shouted angrily without waiting for others to talk nonsense with Wang Yan, still very energetic.

The group of people in the room didn't dare to say anything anymore. They glanced at Wang Yan a few times and walked out in a swarm.

Wang Yan walked over and opened the window, then sat down on the low stool with a collapsed edge.

Zhao Yunrang chuckled: "Zhao Yiyi asked you to come and see if I am dead?"

"Ask your subordinate to come and treat the county prince."

"Hey..." Zhao Yunrang smacked his lips and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm directly onto the ground, "Ziyan, do you think I'm sick?"

"My life is not long, so why should the prince be so harsh?"

This is the situation the two people talked about before. The situation now is obvious. As long as Zhao Yunrang dies, Zhao Zongshi will be canonized as the prince. After going round and round, I still returned to the original history.

Who can blame this? If you want to blame it, blame it on Zhao Zhen for being disobedient and impatient. In a place as big as the palace, he couldn't control it. He just quit sex for half a year to recuperate his energy and water in order to better reproduce Chicken Brother's true colors, but he couldn't control it either. So to reach this point, Zhao Zhen can't blame anyone else, he can only blame himself.

Zhao Yunrang laughed and asked, "Then do you think I can still be saved?"

Wang Yan also smiled: "Seeking benevolence will lead to benevolence. The prince himself begged for death, so why did he say such a thing? He just starved himself to death, which is a lot of suffering."

"There's nothing we can do. We can't die too quickly, and we can't die too well... Is there anything Zi Yan can do?"

"No. Even if there is a way, we can't give it to the county king. After the general becomes the emperor, the subordinate officials will still have to do things. In case someone knows about it, they will find out about the subordinate officials and say that it was the commander-in-chief who poisoned the subordinate officials. King, wouldn’t the student have to keep company with the prince early?”

"Seeing that I am about to die, do you want to tell me what is on your mind?"

"I always tell the truth."

"Then tell me, when will my son ascend the throne?"

"Still can't tell." Wang Yan smiled and shook his head, "When the general reaches his twilight years in the future, the prince will ask the subordinate officials as well, what should they do?"

"Hmph, don't tell me if you don't tell me. He won't live long anyway, only about three to five years. I'll take the first step and wait for him." Zhao Yunrang was certainly not convinced by Zhao Zhen.

He waved his hand and asked, "You have great medical skills, do you know how many days you can live without eating or drinking?"

"You can live half a month without eating, and you can only live seven days without drinking."

"How did you know?"

"When I was in the northwest, my subordinates asked the doctors who accompanied the army to test the captured Xixia officers. After they died, their bones were broken and they were very miserable."

"Are you trying to scare me? I have been trapped in this capital for a lifetime. I am tired of eating delicacies, drinking fine wine, and sleeping with beauties. But I have never become an emperor in this life. I don't have a clear idea. Fortunately, my son can do it. It seems to have fulfilled my thoughts..."

Zhao Yunrang's words contained unfinished meaning, but his attitude was very firm, he just wanted to die. In fact, at this point, he has no choice but to die.

He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "You are now a great scholar in the country and a literary sect. Back then, you said that you would write a poem for me to praise me. Now that I am about to die, you can write a poem for me this time. Let’s pray.”

"I will write it when I get home in the evening and have it sent to the prince for a look."

"How can anyone read the memorial written for me? I won't read it! It will be the same if I go down and read it again. Just leave." Zhao Yunrang waved his hands in disgust.

"Well done, Prince."

Wang Yan stood up, bowed his head solemnly, then looked at Zhao Yunrang, turned and left.

Zhao Yunrang looked at the roof again, and he sighed for a long time...

Zhao Zhen asked Wang Yan to come over and treat Zhao Yunrang because he wanted Wang Yan to endorse him. Zhao Yunrang died of illness, not for any other reason. Although the qualified ministers in the court knew it, and the unqualified officials also understood it, the endorsement by someone like him was not for them to see, but was recorded in history for future generations to see, including Zhao Zhen and Zhao Zongshi. clear name.

Wang Yan kept his promise and wrote a memorial memorial to Zhao Yunrang that night, and had it delivered to the county prince's palace the next morning. Zhao Yunrang still couldn't hold it in. He read it again and replied to Wang Yan saying that it was well written!

After half a month of this, a letter came from the county prince's palace, saying that Zhao Yunrang was dead. Wang Yan went to the funeral and delivered another memorial ceremony on the spot, and then there was nothing more. Everyone was dead, so what could happen.

One month after Zhao Yunrang's death, Zhao Zongshi was established as the prince and the governor of Kaifeng. At this time, the huge county prince's palace had been demolished to pieces and everyone was gone. Lao Zhao had many sons, and this time they were all divided into families. Zhao Zongshi also took his wife and children, and his family lived in the palace.

Now that one of the two major events in the Song Dynasty has been solved, the other one that has been put on the agenda for a long time will naturally be carried out simultaneously.

The previous attack on Xixia did not cost the Song Dynasty, which was already rich and had sufficient money and food, and could still well support the expenses of the war. So after the autumn harvest, war started in the north.

The situation in Khitan was not much better than that in Xixia. It is true that there are many people and soldiers, but it is also very chaotic internally and the internal friction is very severe. They were beaten outside the Great Wall and lost a lot of their population. Although Yelu Zhongyuan and his son, who were in charge of the rebellion, still had the strength to maintain their dominance, they were unable to unite, concentrate their forces, and exert their organizational advantages. The internal strife is equally serious, with everyone competing for power and profit from each other.

However, Yelu Chongyuan and his son were barely able to maintain their dominance, so the people who were ruled naturally began to listen to the announcement but not the instructions. Whatever you say is right, you will never do anything you ask me to do.

After all, the only remaining Khitans now are tribal foreigners, such as Khitans, Mongols, etc., and their identification with the central court is not that strong. When everyone can happily win the battle and share the fruits, it will naturally lead to success. But now I can't win, but I'm being beaten out. Half of the originally big plate was taken away, and there were still so many people sharing the benefits.

This resulted in everyone working for themselves, and no one working for their collective benefit.

It has been five years since they were kicked out of the Great Wall. These five years were enough for them to collapse. What's more, the northwest and grasslands have been conscientiously implementing the strategy set by Wang Yan over the years and constantly weakening the Khitan. The current Khitan is not much better than Xixia.

It would be easier if we break it down a bit and promise some benefits to some people.

The monarchs and ministers of the Great Song Dynasty have been gearing up for a long time, waiting for this unparalleled achievement to make the Great Song Dynasty even greater!
So one year after the overthrow of Xixia, in the autumn of the fifth year of Jiayou, the Song Dynasty assembled an army of 400,000 and launched an attack on the Khitan from the west and north.

It doesn’t mean that the battle will be successful. After all, the winter in the north is too cold, the army consumes a lot of money in fighting, and the initiative in the war lies with the Song Dynasty. Under such circumstances, risking your life to fight against the Khitan, which is destined to be destroyed, is not worth the gain.

So we started fighting after the autumn harvest. When winter came and the army couldn't withstand the cold, they retreated and hid. Wait until the spring thaws and take advantage of the time before spring plowing to continue planting. After spring plowing, continue plowing.

In short, the war is normalized, and the Khitan will be attacked when they have time. In just a few years, the Khitans would be gone.

Wang Yan has always been a person who gets things done, and he has always been generous to his subordinates who come closer to him. Therefore, attacking the Khitan this time and doing so on a regular basis would be a huge achievement. So he sent the newly married Gu Tingye to the northwest to fight with his old troops and make progress together.

His own life was no different. Anyway, he was not given any other tasks, so he was killed in the Imperial College. He was not in a hurry, just making some small changes steadily, one or two inconspicuous, but if he changed too much, it would be subversive.

The academies outside the capital are improving little by little, and the number of students is increasing day by day. The commercial streets built along with the universities have also changed from empty at first to crowded with tourists.

This is the power of time. As long as you work hard on the right path, time will not let down those who have expectations for it. But time is not so popular because it makes people mature and makes them grow old.

In the spring of Jiayou's seventh year, it took more than a year. Although the Khitan was not completely destroyed, it was able to defeat the Khitan regime and turn it into a complete mess. The territory of the Song Dynasty also expanded to the entire grassland area and also expanded to the northeastern region.

The war is over when it reaches this point. War is a means, not an end. The remaining Khitan people are already in decline. They want to rely on the trade of the Song Dynasty to survive, which is already controlled by the Song Dynasty.

The Song Dynasty also implemented Wang Yan's policy towards ethnic minorities. Although it was indeed better for ethnic minorities, it was an effective method. In all the past wars, the foreign soldiers recruited by Wang Yan played a significant role. And after being content with production, it did increase output and prosper the economy. These are clear data and visible growth.

Zhao Zhen also fulfilled his wish and completed the unfinished work of his ancestors. As for the remaining Dali and Jiaozhi, he was powerless. He had given up the idea of ​​beating them and began to rest on his laurels and wait for death.

His condition has worsened over the past two years, and his physical condition has deteriorated rapidly. Wang Yan showed it to him, and he basically ran out of oil and died.

Compared with Zhao Zhen, Fan Zhongyan, who fought for the Song Dynasty all his life, truly reached the end of his life.

Fan Zhongyan, lying on the bed in Fan Mansion, looked in good spirits. There was no one else in the room, only Fan Chunren and Wang Yan.

He smiled at Wang Yan and said, "You have been sitting on the bench for several years, do you have any complaints?"

"Of course not. It's not like you can't do things in the Imperial College."

"It's true. The Imperial College is getting better and better under your hands." Fan Zhongyan said, "Actually, I agree with letting you stay in the Imperial College. A tree that is as beautiful as the forest wind will destroy it. Your contribution is too great, and It’s not good to be too young.”

"Students understand Mr. Fan's hard work. It is much better to teach safely in the Imperial College than to bring down the whole family."

"You understand."

Fan Zhongyan shook his head, smiled, and sighed: "I have gone through many ups and downs in my life, but speaking of it, I have lived the best in the last ten years. However, I also know that the results of today's reform are superficial and far from good. The fundamentals have not been touched upon. But after destroying Xixia and Khitan, I will see that the Song Dynasty becomes prosperous and powerful. I will have enough to do in this life, and I will have to rely on you in the future.

I think the official's health has not been very good these past two years. When the new king comes to the throne, you, Wang Ziyan, will definitely be reused. I have to tell you one more thing: be steady in your work and never rush for success. Although you have never failed in your actions, you are too dangerous and leave no room for it. Humans can't be careful about everything. If you don't pay attention to anything, you will lose your life. You are in your prime and have plenty of time, so take your time in everything. "

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "What Mr. Fan taught me is that students must be careful in the future."

"Okay, that's all I have to say to you. When Prince Runan passed away earlier, you wrote a memorial to him. I thought it was very good. I heard that he even read it himself? Your Wang Ziyan is also a great scholar now. Please write a memorial to me. Write an article too. I can take another look. If you are not satisfied, I will scold you. Okay, I have seen you. I have no regrets in this life. It's great. You can go and see me off tomorrow... …”

Fan Zhongyan waved his hands with a smile. The so-called master knows his destiny. He has already summarized his life and he also understands death very clearly. What's more, he lived for ten more years, did many great things, was satisfied, had no regrets in this life, and faced death calmly. And handed over the baton to make the Song Dynasty even greater into the hands of Wang Yan.

"Students bid farewell to Mr. Fan!"

Wang Yan stood up and saluted respectfully and solemnly.

Fan Zhongyan raised his hand with a smile: "Go, go, let me talk to my family. Chunren, send me Ziyan."

"Zi Yan, let's go." Fan Chunren stood up with red eyes.

Wang Yan took one last deep look, turned around and walked out of the house with Fan Chunren.

"Okay, brother Yaofu, please send him here." Wang Yan patted Fan Chunren on the shoulder.

"Thank you so much, brother Ziyan. If it weren't for you, my father wouldn't be where he is today."

"Fan Gong treated me very well. I am a disciple, so there is no need for you to thank me. Go back quickly."

After saying that, Wang Yan turned around and left swaying with his hands behind his back.

Fan Zhongyan's passing is just the beginning. Those people back then are all old now, and they will leave one after another in the next ten years or so. This is something that no one can escape. But without these people, the Song Dynasty would be a bit boring.

Of course, Wang Yan didn't have much sadness. Although Lao Fan left, some of his emotions inevitably overflowed, but it was not a big deal. He had seen too much life and death, and he had already become numb.

He is a person who has escaped birth, old age, illness and death to a certain extent, but he has also lost a lot...

When he returned to his house, the first thing he did was to write a memorial poem, which contained thousands of words, describing Fan Zhongyan's life and praising Fan Zhongyan's achievements. After writing it, he was sent to Fan Zhongyan for reading. He replied that Fan Zhongyan was very happy, laughed out loud, and spoke highly of it.

The next day, Wang Yan received the news from Fan Mansion that Fan Zhongyan had passed away, and he went to see him off.

In the next half month, Fan Zhongyan's posthumous affairs were gradually settled.

He was also given as a gift to the Grand Master, and was granted the posthumous title of Duke of Chu, with the posthumous title of Wenzheng, and was entitled to enjoy the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

Fan Zhongyan left...

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